Dear Hitler Take away the torches I'm not guilty I had to have this

I don't think you can write novels on the road. You need a certain stability.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.

[Prozac] didn't seem to have any effect whatsoever on my melancholy, my dark vision, and everything else that I'd taken it for.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate